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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.