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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.