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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.