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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.