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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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?
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.