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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.