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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.