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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.