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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
X-101,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.