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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.