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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Busters,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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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.