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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Magma,
JFA,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.