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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.