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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.