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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.