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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.