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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.