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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.