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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.