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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.