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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.