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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.