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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.