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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.