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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.