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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.