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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.