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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.