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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.