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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.