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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.