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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.