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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.