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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.