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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.