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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.