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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.