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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.