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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.