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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.