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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.