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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.