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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
The Evens,
the Association,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.