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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.