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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.