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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
X-102,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.