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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.