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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.