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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.