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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.