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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.