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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.