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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.