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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.