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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Index,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.