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 Philippines and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.