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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.