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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.