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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.