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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.