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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.