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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.