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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.