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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.