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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.