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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.