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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.