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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.