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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.