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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.