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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.