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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.