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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.