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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.