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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.