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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
X-102,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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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.