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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.