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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.