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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.