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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.