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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.