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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.