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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.