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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.