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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.