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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
UT,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.