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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.