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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.