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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Cymande,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.