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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.