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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.