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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Television,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.