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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.