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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.