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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.