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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.