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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.