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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.