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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.