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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.