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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.