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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities 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 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.