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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.