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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.