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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.