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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.