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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.