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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.