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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.