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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.