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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.