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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.