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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.