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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.