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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.