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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The 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.