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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.