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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.