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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.