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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.