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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.