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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.