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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
the Association,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.