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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 mellotron and a 808 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
UT,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.