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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.