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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.