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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.