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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.