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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Index,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.