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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.