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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.