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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Fear,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.