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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.