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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.