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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.