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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Monks,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.