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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.