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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.