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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.