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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.