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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.