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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.