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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.