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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.