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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.