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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.