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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.