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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.