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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.