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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.