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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.