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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.