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 Guyana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.