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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.