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 China 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.