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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.