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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.