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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
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.