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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a snare 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.