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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.