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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
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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.