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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.