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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.