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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.