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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.