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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.