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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.