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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 June Days to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
the Association,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.