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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.