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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.