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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.