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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.