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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.