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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 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?
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.