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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Franke to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.