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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.