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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.