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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.