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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.