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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.