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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
John Cale,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.