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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.