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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.