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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.