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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
CMW,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Nas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.