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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
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.