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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.