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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.