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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.