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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Can,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.