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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.