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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.