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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.