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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.