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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.