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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.