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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.