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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.