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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.