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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Can,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.