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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.