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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.