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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.