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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.