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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.