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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.