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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.