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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Slave,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.