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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.