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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.