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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.