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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.