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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.