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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.