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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.