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 Andorra and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.