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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.