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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.