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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Index,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.