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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.