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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.