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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.