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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.