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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 808 and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.