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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.