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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.