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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.