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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Busters,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.