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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.