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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.