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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.