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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.