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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.