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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.