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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 oboe and a 808 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.