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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Wings,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.