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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.