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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.