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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.