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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 disco 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.