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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.