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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.