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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.