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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
the Association,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Pole,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.