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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Monks,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.