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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
JFA,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.