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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.