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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.