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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Television,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.