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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
X-102,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.