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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
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Little Man,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.