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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.