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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.