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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.