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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.