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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.