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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.