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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.