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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.