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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yellowson 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.