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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Skriet,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.