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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.