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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.