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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.