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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.