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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Wings,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.