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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.