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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.