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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Index,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.