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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.