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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.