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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.