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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.