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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
the Human League,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.