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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.