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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.