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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.