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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.