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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.