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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.