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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.