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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.