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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
UT,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.