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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 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 rock 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 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.