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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.