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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Monks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.