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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.