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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.