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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Josef K 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
UT,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.