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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.