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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.