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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.