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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.