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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.