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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.