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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.