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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.