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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Smog,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.