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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.