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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.