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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.