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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.