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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.