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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Magma,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.