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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Mars,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.