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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.