Friday, January 26, 2007  2:05 pm 

blog dis

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 France and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 2002.
I was there at the first fluxblog post.
I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge to the kids whose posts I see when I get in the hype machine.
I’m losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every Ed Banger release from 2003 to 2007.
I’m losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin.
I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered raves.

But I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge, but I was there.
I was there.
But I was there.

I’m losing my edge.
I’m losing my edge.
I can hear the typing every night on the keyboard.
But I was there.
I was there in 2002 at the first LCD Soundsystem post by some kid in New York City.
I was caning the p2p with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first blog.
I told him, ‘Don’t do google adsense. You’ll never make a dime.’
I was there.
I was the first guy posting Chromatics to the dance kids.
I posted it at 20jazzfunkgreats.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I’ve never been wrong.

….

Whatever, I’m just being lazy there…well, you know how it is with these Bonde do Role lovely baile funk fun kids from Brazil, how much they rock, shake and pop, and how much everyone in the blogosphere (I said it man, I said it) loves them…well, 20jazzfunkgreats do too, and we love Baltimore, and we hate irony, so there you go my friends, our favourite remix off their burning (see what I’m doing here) Gasolina Ep out on the 21st on Mad Decent, or raunchy bean-fed horns bad ass enough to make Godzilla scurry back to its underground lair in utter fucking despair, and turn everyone dans le club into feasting pigs like this was Spirited Away with strobes, it doesn’t look pretty but it’s a fucking party.

The Bonde do Role- Gasolina (Scottie T & King Tutt Remix)

It’s quite awesome until minute 2 something and then it gets even better, Scotty B & King Tutt lay some block rocking rolling breakbeats for those lady MC antics we waxed lyrical about a couple of days ago to unfold over like crazy (more on this at the end boyo). Shame the Afrika Bambaataa exhortation is not featured at any point, wickedest dance chant I’ve ever heard kids, Afrika Bambaataa, Afrika Bambaataa., Afrika Bambaataa, join in the chant.

Check a different rmx at fluokids too.

Anyway, you know how much we love Justice and the whole french techno crunk thing too (when you get to the fourth position in google for the word ‘Justice’ guess you’ve really made it), big in the blogosphere (one doesn’t get used to saying it), and how he’s gone with Phantom where no-one at the kosmische disco scene has dared…this is, actually doing a Goblin cover, cutting the gordian knot of admiration with a sharp distorted razorblade, and it bleeds!! Yep, it’s grrreat…and we would have loved to post it, you know, write one of those 20JFG trademark gnarly spiels about midgets stabbing babies with bayonets in the midst of the misty discotheque, that tune so would have felt at home at 20jazzfunkgreats’ gnarly den of gentle psycopathy…but everyone did it before! And since we style ourselves as exquisite one-of-a-kind wacko fools with a penchant for the obscure, we have decided to go for the b-side on that single, which is just crazy and no-one’s done.

Justice- D.A.N.C.E.

Because we’re part of this thing too. And we love Justice.

This post goes to all those kids out there who, jokes aside, are changing the face of the music bizza with their work, or at least making it look way more interesting and diverse, creating channels for sharing and caring outside and aside the tight corporate bullshit jaws of death, that’s the reason the suits are scared, it’s not about piracy but about control, with this thing, well, they totally lose it, and if they can’t be the ones dictating what you like (buy) and you don’t, well, then they’re out of business. Remember, they are trying to co-opt you with promos, freebies and whatnot, even careers, trying to turn you into another distribution channel for the implementation of devilish viral marketing strategies and hype hype hype, fuck that. Know thyself, if you’re not doing this for the same reasons you recorded mixtapes for your friends when you were, like, 12, then you’re not doing it for the same reason as us, which we think, pardon the self-righteousness, are the right ones. It’s a love thing.

Power to the people no delay.

xxxx

As a little post-scriptum, do you remember how at the end of that quirky she rap attack post two days ago I asked for Big Ria w Diamond K? well, I fucking got Big Ria, and now you too, and she’s on a war-path, I wouldn’t get on her way,

Big Ria- Hey You Knuckleheads

It makes me want to start a proper street-gang with bomber jackets that say ‘Hove’ graffitied in the back, nunchucks, headbands and the rest of the Warriors’ paraphernalia, we can paint our faces red and walk down Hollingbury starting some beef with the Hollingburians Iga Ninja style, yeah, let’s do that. If only momma knew, poor Hollingburians.

And you know who gave it to me? It was Genuine Guy, who, by the time you read this will have already uploaded in his myspace player thing that deliriously banging new demo he played me in his portable stereo player this evening, I grinned like a Pirate at its sheer pumping energy, you know how I don’t usually smile in public because I’m shy, well, there, go and check it out, and say thanks because Genuine cares for you.

Also, he’ll be DJing in London tomorrow at this hot Real Gold Crew Amalgamation of Champion Sounds happening in Corsica Studios, if you see him send him our mad love.

labels >> xxjfg