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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.