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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.