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 Bulgaria 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.