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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.