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 Benin and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Nas,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.