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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The 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.