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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.