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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Slave,
Little Man,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.