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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.