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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.