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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Fall,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.