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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.