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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.