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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.