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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.