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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
The Gories,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.