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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.