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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.