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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.