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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.