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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.