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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.