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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.