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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.