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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.