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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Japan,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.