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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Busters,
X-102,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.