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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.