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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.