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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.