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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.