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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.