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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Victims,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.