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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer 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?
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.