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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Television,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.