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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.