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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
X-102,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.