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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.