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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.