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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.