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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.