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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.