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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.