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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.