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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.