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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.