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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.