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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.