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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.