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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.