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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.