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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.