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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.