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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.