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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.