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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.