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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.