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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
PIL,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.