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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.