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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.