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 Oman 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.