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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.