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 Botswana and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.