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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.