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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Q65,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.