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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Fear,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.