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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Can,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.