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 Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.