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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.