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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.