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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.