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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
June Days,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.