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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Crime,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.