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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.