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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.