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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.