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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s 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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.