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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.