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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.