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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 MDC to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
UT,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.