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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rakim 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.