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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.