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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.