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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.