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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.