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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 808 and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.