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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Magazine,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.