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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.