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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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?
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.