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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.