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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Technova,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
the Association,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.