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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.