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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.