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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.