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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.