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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Wire,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.