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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.