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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.