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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.