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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.