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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.