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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.