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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.