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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.