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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.