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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.