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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Suicide,
the Swans,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.