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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.