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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.