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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.