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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.