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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.