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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.