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 Haiti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.