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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Can,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.