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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.