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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.