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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.