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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.