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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.