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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.