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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.