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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 sitar and a marimba 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
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.