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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.