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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.