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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.