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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.