Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.