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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.