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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.