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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Pole,
The Wake,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.