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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.