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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.