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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.