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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.