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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.