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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.