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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.