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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.