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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.