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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.