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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.