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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.