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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 an organ and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.