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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.