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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.