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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Wings,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.