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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Unwound,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.