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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.