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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.