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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.