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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.