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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Visage,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.