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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Audionom,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.