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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.