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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.