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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.