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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.