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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.