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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.