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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.