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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.