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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.