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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Television,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.