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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.