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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.