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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.