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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Scientists,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.