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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.