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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Chrome,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.