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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.