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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Toasters to the grime 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.