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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.