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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.