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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Crime,
Skaos,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.