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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.