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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.