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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Monks,
the Swans,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.