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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.