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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
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.