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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
the Swans,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.