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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.