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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.