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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.