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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Crime,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Litter,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.