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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.