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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Cure,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.