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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.