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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.