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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.