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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.