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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.