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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.