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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Halifax and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.