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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.