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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.