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 Pakistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Interpol,
Scion,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.