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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.