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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.