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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.