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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.