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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.