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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.