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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
the Association,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.