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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.